Saathi at desk
Abstract Others
Confined in a closed cell
with nowhere to go
Waiting for dawn
and for the eerie night to end
Moonlight
Droplets Of G...
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The garbage c...
For the love ...
The last stro...
The Sea Becko...
The wailing
Confined
Snowflakes
The peak of the mountain is bathed in light The peak of the mountain is bathed in light
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you. You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you.
You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for their chances... You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for...
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears
I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly... I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly...
The young sapling battling against the wild wind... The young sapling battling against the wild wind...
Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more, Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more,
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms of my UNKNOWN SHADO... My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms...
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
No one would listen to me; I was loner than I thought, They warned me always, I forgot. . . No one would listen to me; I was loner than I thought, They warned me always, I ...
"I am floating in the deepness on an uncertain raft, Nothing is self controlled or curbed." "I am floating in the deepness on an uncertain raft, Nothing is self controlled ...
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that it could be hiding bo... Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that i...
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Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun